Father

On a rain-washed night,

Children laid down to sleep,

Pulling blankets over their heads;

Hoping to hide their fears behind

About the stories of rainy nights,

Thunder storms and scary dark elements;

That’s when lightning struck in its mighty power;

Killing the imagined silhouette of shadowy figure,

Oh! “father you are home.”

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Blackboard

Rectangle blackboard of secrets

Accepted dutifully, five petal flowers,

Lines and circle people,

Clouds of green and birds like “r”;

No price for imagination.

Black now blank, but not memories;

Images recalled frame, like a storyboard

Evoked emotions rekindle, little joys in adult life

No price for innocence.

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White…

Wind chime flirted with

White lace curtains

By kitchen window

That witnessed quietly

Fall of  milk and doused flame.

I was not burnt

But bore the brunt,

Tasting imagined flavours of crumbs and cream

That spilled dramatically

When the doorbell rang

And I stumbled…

Split of white second, a momentary bliss –

Mind couldn’t retrieve, though….

“All good?”

“Of course, just a pudding.”

Wind chime flirted, once again.

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